Why travel alone? The reasons are plenty and some are quite personal. I share the true reason why I travel alone and it may not be what you think.

I am sitting in a beautiful hotel outside of Marrakech. It is one of many beautiful hotels I have recently visited and there are some more to come. And while I can appreciate them on the outside – I mean have you seen my Instagram lately?! – deep down I really wish I could savor each of them more. Savor their beauty, their wonderful Moroccan hospitality, the marble floors, the mint tea I have missed so much, and crispy msemen for breakfast and to most of all, not take them for granted, wishing myself far away.

The monkey forest in Ubud is the place for monkey business in Bali. Here I share where to stay and how to make the most of a visit.

People like hotels that feel like home. I disagree. Strongly. While I technically don’t have a home right now, I think the whole point of staying in a hotel is that it ain’t like home. I want crisp linens and someone who makes my bed (a habit I have not gotten into ever not even as an adult), I love a minibar and pretend it’s always free, and I love making a mess within 5 minutes because I know I can leave the next day and will just move said mess into my suitcase.
No, really, I don’t mind that hotels are nothing like a home. Having that said, though, there are some I would like to make my home.

Looking for a little Cape Town weekend getaway? Drive up the West Coast and find sleepy Britannia Bay, perfect for doing nothing!

I am sitting at Cape Town airport. Once again, I am writing a post as it is tradition. I never seem to leave Cape Town indifferent, I always seem to have something to say when I sit here, depending on the hour G&T or coffee in hand. Same procedure as every year.

This time around, my feet are bouncing with excitement. And while my heart is beating faster at the thought of what lies ahead, I can feel my throat tightening. With the excitement ahead comes the inevitable goodbye to my friends, my family, and my home. The usual heartbreak.

How long have you been flying for? Here's to a history of flying and its memorable moments.

I love flying. Sometimes I am envious of people who get to fly even more than I do. And I don’t mean the business travelers who go from Munich to Hamburg twice a week and return that same night. If you can’t even watch a whole movie it doesn’t count!
I love long-distance flights; being in my flight bubble, watching all the movies, and even the airplane food. Call me a weirdo, there is something oddly satisfying to me about eating food out of little containers and drinking free wine in the afternoon (because there is always wine o’clock somewhere in the world and plane calories don’t count!).

Keen to go on a solo trip but something is holding you back? Good news, I wrote a book about solo travel to inspire you & answer all your questions.

I am sitting in the same spot I sat almost a year ago. It is one of my happy places, my cousin’s house in Hout Bay. I spent a few weeks here last year in this house that is always full and usually loud – I love it. I would curl up in the corner of her couch and write. I didn’t mind the background noises of 5+ kids, countless cats, and dogs including Lizzie, the bullterrier. In fact, the lack of solitude always seems to inspire rather than annoy me.
On January 26th, 2016 I received an email titled “Die Kunst des Alleinreisens” – The Art of Traveling Solo. An editor of the prestigious Rowohlt Verlag in Germany asked me if I might be interested in writing a book about solo travel for them. My immediate reaction was to send an email back titled “are you fucking kidding me?!”.

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